My Bully Crush Volume 2 Read Online Jordan Silver

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This must be how it feels when your water breaks. Not sure why that thought came to me now, but it was all I had at that moment. I looked down at the wreckage, not quite computing what was happening to me, but then it was his turn, and oh sweet mercy, the speed of his hips increased, which sent him deeper into me at a faster pace, which set off those fireworks again and it was a never-ending cycle of the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced, and I have had some beauties these past few days.

“Yes…yes…yes!” I didn’t have the strength to tap out any longer, so I let my rocking ass do the talking, but wait, when did I become hoarse? All that screaming must’ve done it. Ryder roared; yes, he roared the arrival of his orgasm, and that set me off again. There’s nothing more beautiful or sexier than feeling your man’s essence splatter against your insides. This was one of those times I was glad we didn’t need to use protection.

I have long come to terms with the fact that I cannot bear children. Something that had foolishly caused me to accept his leaving me in the past. I’d used that as an excuse for it being okay for him to move on. Ryder always wanted kids, and finding out that I couldn’t have any, after the fact though it was, was one of the things that had helped me make peace with letting go.

But he’d assured me time and again in the last few days that it didn’t matter, that he’d rather have me than someone with his face if it came to that. I never thought that I would be so accepting of my fate, but good sex would do that to you, I suppose. And we have been having magnificent sex for the past few days, locked away in our little paradise.

I knew it wasn’t over, though we’d both come. He does this thing now where he stays inside me for at least another minute or two until he either goes soft or hardens again; I wasn’t sure which I was going to get this round, but I was up for anything. Then he leaned over and kissed my nape, one of my sweet spots, and I locked down on him, trapping him inside me.

“We have to change the sheets; I can’t let the servants see this.” My mind is ever a source of erraticism, bless its heart. I did not appreciate his snort of laughter, and the glare I threw over my shoulder told him so. Well, it wasn’t much of a glare; even my facial muscles were too happy with him for that, but he got the message.

“Again?” He whispered the question in my ear, his lips barely brushing against the tip of it, and that, too, was enough for me to sign up to be tossed around like a rag doll again for the next half hour. He didn’t wait for my answer, not that he needed one, and we were off again, lost in our own little world of sexual wonder. I think my mind has finally fractured itself because I find myself thinking that those five years apart, horrid as they had been, had done some good.

Gone was the selfish lover and the barely interested recipient, and in their place were two horndogs who could barely keep their hands off each other. Given that in the past Ryder never could keep his hands off my ass, this time around, I was more receptive to his attentions. As hyper as my mind always was and still is, back then, my mind and body were not in sync.

There were times when I didn’t even want him to touch me because we were fighting or I was mad or disappointed about something. I’ve since learned that the mind plays a huge part in lovemaking, and it has been proven here lately because with all the detritus out of the way, with nothing holding my mind hostage, I have enjoyed the act of sex way more than at any time in the past.

It could be that I am in my sexual prime, I’ll have to research that later, or it could also be that I had gone without for so long that I was making up for lost time. Whatever the case, I am truly grateful for this newfound lust for his dick, and I’m sure he appreciates my appreciation.

We were like two locomotives coming into the station when we finally pulled apart and dropped onto our respective sides of the bed. I don’t think I will ever breathe through my nose again, but that’s okay. It’s the price my greedy ass will have to pay. “You had enough?” His question implied that I was the one who had started this whole thing when in truth, I can’t quite recall how we ended up here again. Last I remember, we were talking about my upcoming trip to New York for work.

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